Higgy opens the scoring, breaking his goal drought, forgets where he is and celebrates by tearing off shirt, to show off his brand new 16-17 scudetto tattoo.

Fan runs on the pitch and stabs him, Monica Seles style.

FIGC refs makes us continue game, awards Napoli 3 penalties.

Start of our downfall. We lose scudetto. FIGC relegates us to Lega Pro for Mafioso ties.

It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.

For 3 years I have wondered why my friends kept calling Allegri for Augustus. I couldn't sleep at nights thinking about it. I've been sitting at my desk for hours every week trying to figure it out, coming up with calculations and formulas that weren't correct. Then it hit me, the answer was right in front me all time but I didn't notice it. Augustus was the greatest emperor of the Roman Empire, owning almost all of europe. People loved him. People feared him. It's the same with Allegri, although we know him better as Euromaxx. Allegri, greatest coach in the world at the moment, people love him. People fear him. We need to understand that. Allegri 4 life